Marvel's King of the Undead

Chapter 132 Factory
After turning off the music, there was a deathly silence in the bar.

The gangster who stayed in the bar stared intently at the boy lying on the sofa, not daring to make a sound.

Wayne, on the other hand, closed his eyes and his breathing gradually became even.

Hei Boss at the side felt the change in Wayne, staring at Wayne who was close at hand, Hei Boss hesitated.

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Boss Hei slowly moved his hand to his waist.

There, there is a black pistol.

Slowly pulling out the pistol, Boss Hei looked at Wayne who seemed to be in a deep sleep, his trembling hands showed the entanglement in Boss Hei's heart.

At this moment, his mood is as tangled as when he raised his pistol at his boss at the time a few years ago.

There are only two choices before him, to do it or not to do it.

Last time he chose to do it, so he got status, money and everything he wanted.

And this time,
Looking at the sleeping boy in front of him, Boss Hei felt his heart beating crazily, and his breathing became more and more rapid.

It seemed that what lay in front of him was a prehistoric monster.

Holding a gun, Boss Hei is constantly struggling with the demons in his heart.

"Boom."

The gun was thrown on the table,

Boss Hei wiped the cold sweat off his face, and lay down on the sofa again as if collapsed.

finally,
He still couldn't make up his mind.

The last decision seems to have exhausted his courage, he doesn't want to go further now, he just wants to be able to stay in his current seat safely.

Taking a cautious look at Wayne, seeing that he was not awakened by the movement just now, Boss Hei let out a long sigh of relief.

After an unknown amount of time, Wayne opened his eyes again.

Stretching comfortably, after all the punks were sent out, it seemed that the air in the bar was much fresher.

"Is there no result yet?"

Wayne glanced at the pistol on the table and asked with a half-smile.

"almost."

Cold sweat appeared on the black boss's forehead again.

As a person who has been in the dark world for a long time, Boss Hei has no other skills, but has an amazingly keen sense of danger.

Every time Wayne's eyes swept over him, he had the illusion of a sharp machete on his neck.

Looking down at his watch, Boss Hei said:

"They're supposed to be back in an hour."

Nodding his head, Wayne took out his mobile phone and started chatting with his team members, and learned about his current popularity by the way.

The little fat man is still fighting against the entire US cyber security team with his own strength, as if he has been injected with chicken blood.

During the afternoon when Wayne wandered around New York yesterday, countless enthusiastic citizens went to the local police station to report the crime after calling the police to no avail.

After the people in the police station received the information from the masses, they passed it up layer by layer. Since all the internal networks were breached by the little fat man, all the information was passed on using the most primitive method.

By the time this information was delivered to S.H.I.E.L.D. and the highest levels of the U.S. government, Wayne had already disappeared without a trace.

So now Wayne is known as the most difficult wanted criminal in American history.

While Wayne was chatting with several people, the door of the bar was finally opened.

One by one, the punks walked in in a neat line, like elementary school students who had just entered school, and they almost held hands.

"Anyone have any news?"

Without Wayne's prompting, Boss Hei stood up directly.

The gangsters who had already entered kept silent,

Other gangsters came in one after another at the door, and everyone had thick dark circles under their eyes.

Suddenly, a touch of bright red appeared in the all black clothes.

The last two thugs to come in dragged a dancing girl in a bright red tights.

Boss Hei looked at the crying dancer with all the make-up on, and his eyes twitched.

"Are you two pigs?" A wave of anger rushed straight to the top of his head, and Boss Hei yelled at the two of them, "How could this kind of guy be the target of this handsome guy!"

Signaling his subordinates to let go of the hapless dancer, Boss Hei stepped forward and slapped each of his subordinates.

"So, you haven't found any useful news?"

Wayne stood up too.

The unhurried tone made the breath of the gangsters stop.

Wayne's calm tone brought them far more pressure than his boss's roar.

In fact, Wayne may not even realize it.
After experiencing many things, as long as he gets serious, his whole temperament will undergo a huge change.

The blood stained on his hands gave him an invisible evil spirit, and his absolute confidence in his ability made him create invisible oppression on others from the inside out.

It's the air of a master.

Although momentum is invisible and intangible, only when you face a real strong person can you feel the spiritual oppression.

Just like when Wayne saw Magneto for the first time, Magneto looked like an ordinary white-haired old man, and even his back was a little hunched, but as long as he stood in front of you, it was difficult to take your eyes off him. open.

And now, to these punks, Wayne is just like Magneto back then.

An inadvertent action can bring them strong mental oppression.

Breathing slowly becomes heavy,

Hei Boss was standing in front of the gangsters, beads of sweat had already covered his cheeks.

Licking the sweat from his lips, Boss Hei showed a bitter smile on his face.

It seems that I am afraid that I will not be able to pass this hurdle.

When the atmosphere became more and more dignified,

A voice broke the atmosphere of the scene.

"My friends have seen it."

Among the crowd, a thin and short man raised his hand and said.

Just like raising your hand before answering a question in class, the short man raised his hand before answering.

It's just that he didn't study much, and before Wayne asked him to answer the question, he had already started talking.

"A friend of mine, Lisa, was out shopping three nights ago when she was walking down the street and saw a man in a strange uniform."

"Most of the uniforms are red, with some black decorations, and the eyes look like giant pandas in China."

After the short man finished speaking, he looked anxiously at Wayne in front of him.

"Oh? It's him, don't be afraid, just keep talking."

Wayne, who had already given up, suddenly had a bright eye.

He hadn't realized how much pressure his silence had put on the punks below.

With a smile on Wayne's face, the punks below breathed a sigh of relief, as if the surrounding air began to flow again.

"Let the guy in the weird clothes whistle at my friend and ask her how to get to a factory."

"and then?"

Wayne walked directly in front of the little man.

This time the information seemed to be more than I expected.

Maybe I can find Wade's location directly.

"My friend has never heard of the factory he mentioned, but he pointed to a direction, which is in the southwest, where there are all factories."

"Okay, thank you this time."

After listening to the short man's words, Wayne patted the black boss who had been following him.

"it's okay no problem."

Boss Hei was flattered.

The ups and downs of the form today made his heart a little unbearable.

"Okay, it's none of your business, goodbye."

With a casual wave of his hand, Wayne left the bar directly.

"Goodbye."

Led by Boss Hei, a group of gangsters followed Wayne out of the bar.

After watching Wayne's figure gradually go away, Boss Hei finally showed a smile from the bottom of his heart.

"Who tm wants to say goodbye to you!"

(End of this chapter)